HELL
I can barely keep my eyes open when we arrive—wherever he’s taken me. The pill my father gave me is working, but not the way I wanted. I don’t pass out. Instead, I’m trapped in my body, unable to move or fight. Helpless. I’ll remember everything tomorrow.
“Can you stand up?” Stefan’s voice cuts through the haze.
I can’t even form a reply.
With a frustrated sigh, he gets out of the car and comes to my side. The door opens, and I feel his hands on me, lifting me out of the seat. My body hangs limp in his arms, no strength left to resist.
Inside, he tosses me onto a bed like I’m nothing. My head hits the mattress, and I lie there, motionless. I couldn’t react if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. I don’t even want to exist.
“Fine,” he mutters, a cruel smirk laced in his voice. “I also like when they’re statues.”
My stomach churns. This isn’t his first time doing this?
He rips my dress. The sound of tearing fabric echoes in the room, louder than my uneven breaths. The pain in my chest grows sharper, heavier.
I wanted this night to be different.
Dante would’ve kissed me. Adored me. Loved me.
I would’ve told him I wanted to keep the dress, so if we ever had a daughter, she could wear it too.
But this dress isn’t it. It doesn’t carry love. It won’t hold memories worth keeping.
And I won’t give children to this husband. I don’t want him.
I have nothing now. I’m nothing but an empty body, something for my husband to use and fill however he pleases.
I turn my gaze, looking out the window as he strips me completely bare. The sea shimmers under the moonlight, its waves crashing against the shore. I focus on the sound outside, on anything that keeps me from feeling this.
What if I drowned myself?
No one would miss me. Maybe my mum. But the waves... they’d cleanse me. Pull me deep beneath the surface, so far no one could find me.
I’d finally be free.
The bed dips as Stefan moves behind me.
“He fucked you right,” he moans against my ear, nudging my entrance. “Now you’re all mine.”
I want to fight. I want to grab something sharp, plunge it into his neck, and run far away. But my body won’t move. It won’t even tremble. Even if I wasn’t drugged, I couldn’t do that. I’m a coward.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he says with shaky breaths. “You will carry my children. You will be my fucking cum dump, you hear me? That’s all you’re good for.”
What if Dante said all those things to get me used to him?
A noise comes from outside. My heart races, but the darkness beyond the window swallows everything. I see nothing.
“I want you to cry every night.” He pulls my hair. “I want you to fight, to beg me to stop. I want to ruin you.”
When I don’t respond, he forces me onto my back and thrusts into me again, a sickening rhythm I can’t escape. His hand strikes my face. It stings.
“You’re my fucking whore.” His breath is disgusting. “I can do whatever I want.”
He laughs—a low, guttural sound that twists my stomach.
My gaze drifts back to the beach, still searching for something—anything—out there. There are shadows moving, faint groans carried by the wind. I don’t know if it’s him, his echoes, or someone outside.
Did he pay someone to watch this? Or did someone pay him? Wasn’t raping me enough?
His hand grabs my face, yanking me toward him, his grip bruising. He spits on me, the wet filth streaking my skin.
“They all were right. You’re delicious.”
They?
Whom?
I want Dante, even if he lied to me.
I want my mum.
I want love—real love, not this. I want to curl up with Mum or Dante, let them hold me until all of this fades away.
Please, make it stop.
Please.